Wisdom In Pink

Written by: Yanny Widjanarko

Day closed the page in pink
Hazel is the perfect color that should be painted in aesthetic
At the time I sing the thirst, drips politely slink

I ended each stanza in my perspiration strokes which almost static
No longer confined to the leaden nor sooty cavity
Hazel is the perfect color that should be painted in aesthetic

I no longer limiting clause in the stratum of my sanity
In the paradigm I dig the esoteric passion... found, still implied
No longer confined to the leaden nor sooty cavity

New world revealed the window of heart which ever snide
Once again I tried to crawl on the existence of a sense
In the paradigm I dig the esoteric passion... found, still implied

Monotony ever buried the blockade of nous in a mature life of dense
Common sense stood, lived independently in undisputed 
Once again I tried to crawl on the existence of a sense

Ego on behalf of inspiration left me on deserted
Common sense stood, lived independently in undisputed 
Day closed the page in pink
At the time I sing the thirst, drips politely slink

Wisdom mode on
Terzanelle in deep
Will the sky come in pink?